The Horse Named Bill

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I had a horse and his name was Bill

When he ran he couldn't stand still

Ran aw[C]ay

One day

Also I ran w[C]ith him.

He ran so fast he couldn't stop

He ran into a barber shop

And fell exhaustionized

With his eye teeth

In the barber's left shoulder.

I had a girl and her name was Daisy

When she sang the cat went crazy

With Saint Vituses

And deleriums

And all kinds of cataleptics.

One day she sang a song about

A man who turned himself inside out

And jumped

into the river

'Cause he was... so very sleepy.

I'm going out in the woods next year

I'll hunt for beer and not for deer

I am

I was

I'll be a great sharp-shooter.

At shooting birds I am a beaut

There is no bird I cannot shoot

In the eyes

Or in the ears

Or in the teeth... or in the fingers.

Well I went up in a balloon so big

The people on the Earth, they looked like a pig

Like mice

Like katydids

Like flieses and like fleasins.

The balloon turned up with its bottom side higher

It fell on the wife of a country squire

She made a noise

Like a hound dog

Like a steam whistle... also like dynamite.

In 'Frisco Bay there lives a whale

She eats pork chops by the bale

By the hogshead

By the schooner

Sometimes by the pillbox.

Her name is Luna, she's a peach

But don't leave food within her reach

Or babies

Or nurse-maids

Or chocolate ice cream sodas.

When she's happy, how she smiles

You see teeth for miles and miles

And tonsils

And spare ribs

And things too fierce to mention.

When she's happy, how she plays

She rolls her eyes for days and days

And vibrates

And Yodels

And breaks the ten commandments.

What do you do in a case like that?

What do you do, but jump on your hat

And your grandmother

And your toothbrush

And anything that's helpless.

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# Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives

# by Steve Putz <putz@parc.xerox.com>

# 7 September 1992